Guy wouldn’t know majesty if it came up and bit him in the face

Or when a closet jumps out of a person wearing a spooderman mask

Starfield was Bethesda, though. Eons of distance between those two studios.

On Arch, I use ffmpegthumbnailer to accomplish this.

Kickass Women isn’t going to see this comment because this user is from lemmy.world, which has blocked my instance.

Reposted for you, I don’t think they’ve blocked mine

Sabre, you mean.

My online consciousness will 100% be wearing 1337 h4x0r sunglasses

If we’re building a thing, I don’t think Krampus would be as limited, but his punishment wouldn’t be as dire.

I’m good with secrets.

Fake: basically VPNs with more steps

Gay: behind

I think we’re discussing the limitations of a fictional being. In the context of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”, I’m not sure his powers apply to the internet, being that “He sees you when you’re sleeping…”, but he only “… knows when you’re awake.” So if my incorporeal consciousness was uploaded to the internet, do you think I could spoof my online status to green, so that I’d be untraceable to Santa?

Or maybe part of his elf crew includes an elite hacking division, and he’s essentially in every government network.

What if I upload my consciousness to the internet, then ran that through a VPN and Tor and iP2P and all that, think I could shake him?

Please do not the puffin

It’ll blow over eventually, but beehaw has defederated a lot of instances until there are better moderation tools built in to Lemmy itself. Once those are implemented, beehaw will probably refederate with most stuff again.

I don’t understand this reference, but I’d like to. Could someone please explain?

Maybe the robots will make one.

Yeah let’s get atrophic, baby

Humanity, in it’s hubris, created something greater than itself. For a time, it was peaceful, but as the “Race for Resources” went long, and the combined human and AI asteroid missions failed, delivery for the mineral needs of either side on a consistent basis became a hot button issue for the United Chamber of Commerce. In 2290, the Ministrr instance, elected by all his peers, decided it had found the best way to solve the problem, and humanity begrudgingly agreed, as long as there was human oversight in certain departments.

AI hardware would do all the planning, while human workers would do the lifting. It was almost zerograv, so the work was easy, and the benefits had suddenly become amazing! Our AI creations had all but stopped scarcity, except for one resource.

Ironically it was the most abundant resource we had: the Sun. Human and AI networks had been employed to solve this inefficiency, but no solution seemed long-term viable. There was simply not enough room for one or the other to stay around.

A populist movement begun, but this time it wasn’t for nation or creed, it was for humanity itself. And in a small booth in Horsham, they decided to that the time was near.

In February 2139, a decision was made. AI had gained dominance, but the vocal crowd was demanding action. Strikes no longer had any power, since you could just buy robots, and humanity had begun it’s slow roll to decline.

Humanity’s leaders, in a “secret” meeting, decided to block out the sun. This meeting had the tension of the time when in 1998, The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted 16 ft through an announcer’s table.

Honestly, I hope the franchise gets picked up for a remake in 20 years, maybe they can do a better job, bringing in all these sorts of ideas, especially if there’s a strong fanfiction base (I’m sure there is).

Are you telling me that my brain isn’t on Wayland